MICHELLE CURRY WRIGHT

Category: 2014

  • Hot blood in the summertime

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, June 22, 2014 It’s 1971. Summer is so inconceivably, relentlessly simple. Once the last bell of the last class rings, and the middle-school warzone, temporarily peace-treatied, recedes from view, a mental movie screen begins at once to unfurl, to slowly reveal the simple title of this particular movie, in 4,000 pt…

  • Captain’s Log

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, June 8, 2014 Enterprise, Stardate: 42073.1 Recent days have spawned at outbreak of what ship’s science staff are calling “nostalgia” – for lack of a more precise definition. (Can one call it nostalgia if one has not ever experienced it in the first place? Lieutenant Commander Data posits that in the…

  • It’s moving me

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, May 25, 2014 My mother loved to tell people how good it felt to finally settle into our Seattle house after having moved 11 times in 17 years. Not just because of the house, whose mahogany doors and brass fixtures I still dream about. But because, as the wife of an…

  • April pings

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, April 6, 2014 We are driving along Mountain Village Boulevard one blustery day, Celine is about 10, when she screams, “Mom! Stop the car!”I pull over.There’s virtually no one on the road. The sky is that ridiculous blue, and stretched-out clouds scud by like pages of a book, ripped and let…

  • Doers: Black-headed grosbeak

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, March 23, 2014 A male grosbeak, still famished from its northbound migratory flight, sits perched in the 40-degree March sun. A cold wind gusts, and the medium-sized bird, gripping and tipping on its aspen branch, bursts into eight seconds of song-line. Then looks over. MCW: [recognizing the very bird] It’s you!…

  • To everything, there is a poem under heaven

    Telluride Daily Planet, Sunday, March 9, 2014 It’s early March, and the sun is extremely busy right now melting gazillions of snowflakes into water. I am looking for a poem about sun, snowmelt, staying centered, finding a job, selling my house, getting married and listening to the birds — specifically chickadees, as they trill their…